That was all Ross needed.
In an instant, something in him shifted. The restraint he'd held onto all this time finally snapped.
It was like a beast had been quietly caged inside him, waiting—watching—and now it had been set free.
He moved with sudden, fluid power, flipping her gently onto her back and hovering over her with eyes that burned with hunger.
Sasha gasped in surprise, but there was no fear in her expression—only eagerness, excitement, and something deeper: trust.
Ross leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "Then I hope you're ready," he murmured, his voice low and almost dangerous. "Because I'm not going to hold back anymore."
And then he kissed her again—rougher this time, hotter, like he needed her as much as she needed him.
Her world tilted as his hands roamed, his mouth claimed, and his body pressed against hers in a way that made her feel like she was being completely, utterly consumed.
He wasn't just touching her.
He was taking her.
